[ The touch of her hand on his arm is another static jolt. The memory flares back up in his mind, reeling him back to a dusty, dry farm, all those greying dead bodies, their skin peeling with decay and the stench of their flesh permeating the air. A broken noise sobs out of him, much like the noise he's making in this memory.
The memory's hold only breaks and allows his mind to return to the present again when her hand drops away from him. He realises, somehow, through the desperate grief punching him in the chest, that the memory makes no sense. He hates his mother. He wouldn't want her dead, but - the way he'd felt in that memory towards his mother is a love he's never held for her. And the people who'd been all around him - who were they? And—
Zombies? ]
I— [ He can't speak. His hands that had clapped against his mouth are now pressed against his eyes, smearing away tears while a sharp exhale shakes out of him. His words stutter out of him, confused: ] I-I dunno. Zombies— My mom. Sh-She was...
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The memory's hold only breaks and allows his mind to return to the present again when her hand drops away from him. He realises, somehow, through the desperate grief punching him in the chest, that the memory makes no sense. He hates his mother. He wouldn't want her dead, but - the way he'd felt in that memory towards his mother is a love he's never held for her. And the people who'd been all around him - who were they? And—
Zombies? ]
I— [ He can't speak. His hands that had clapped against his mouth are now pressed against his eyes, smearing away tears while a sharp exhale shakes out of him. His words stutter out of him, confused: ] I-I dunno. Zombies— My mom. Sh-She was...